It's not enough to be a good person. You also have to show it.

Virginity, like all monstrosities, possesses special riches and its own absorbing grandeur. Among the chaste, life forces are economized and thus gain in resistance and durability.

Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.